Conversation With Myself

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just over it.”

“What’s ‘it’ exactly?”

“Just the whole thing.”

“That’s no good.”

“I know, right.”

“So whats the plan? What are ya gonna do about it, you whining bitch?”

“I’m gonna be here, on Ratua Island if you need me, which I doubt you will because I have nothing to offer noone.” *weeps*

“Looks noice.”

“Ya. Rool noice.”

“Where did you find such a little gem?’

“Here. On this site. Travel porn to the extreme.”

“You find the darndest things.”

“Yes but I have no ability to find my daughters sports shorts, which apparently makes me a terrible mother.” *sigh*

“Shut up already.”

“Ok.”

“See ya.”

“Laters.”



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